Sunday, October 01, 2006

Pullman PARDbillies

I thought it was time for another ode to the Pullman PARDbillies (sung to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies)

Come and listen to a story about a man named ReedA very rich professor, and the group of PARD he leadsThen one day he was shootin’ off his mouthAnd Pullman was down, waitin’ for the countMoney, that is, Wal-Mart, I-933.

Well the first thing you know ol’ Reed’s got some lootThe Union said, give bad Wal-Mart the bootSaid Pullman’s the place you and Chris can make your ownSo they loaded up their coffers and set out to pick the bonesOf Pullman that is, bone dry, no money.

Here are the PARDbillies

Well now it’s time to say to PARD goodbyeWe know you claim you wouldn’t hurt a flyBut you are ruining Pullman with your causeSo back up a truck and leave to my applause.Everyone’s, that is.